Hangman's NooseA Poem by James cross
It's as if he is a man condemned to death. His memories, his pain, his sorrow, his anger, these things become one. A single rope that shall be the cause of his death. he sits weaving a noose from this horrible thing. Once he is finished, it is a true sight to behold, it seems so simple yet so complex and so bold. As he slips on this thing of death and despair. He thinks to himself that this world isn't fair. Now with only a kick of his foot, the rope snaps taunt. Death comes instantly, the world as he knew it was gone. But with death came peace of mind.
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Added on January 12, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 |

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